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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.