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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
CMW,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.