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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.