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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.