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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.