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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.