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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.