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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Qualms,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.