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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.