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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.