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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.