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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.