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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.