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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.