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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
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The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.