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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Scion,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.