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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.