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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Q65,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.