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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.