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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.