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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Wings,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.