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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.