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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Niagra,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.