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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.