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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.