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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.