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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.