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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.