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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.