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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.