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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.