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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.