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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.