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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.