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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.