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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.