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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.