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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.