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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
UT,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.