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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Little Man,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.