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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Index,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.