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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.