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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.