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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.