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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Index to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.