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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.