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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.