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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.