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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.