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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.