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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.