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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.