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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Mars,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.