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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.