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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.