Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Fear,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.