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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.