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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.