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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.