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 Portugal 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
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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.