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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.