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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.