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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.