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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.