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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.