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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.