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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
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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.