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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
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.