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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.