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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.