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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.