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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.