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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.