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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 the Soft Cell to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.