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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.