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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Scion,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.