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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
X-101,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.