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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.