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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.