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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.