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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Television,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.