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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.