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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Japan,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.