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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.