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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.