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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.