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 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.