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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
JFA,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.