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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.