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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.