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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.