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 Andorra and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.