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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.