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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.