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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.