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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.