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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica 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 rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Nas,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.