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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Cymande to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.