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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.