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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.