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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.