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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 MC5 to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.