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 London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.