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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Index,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.