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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.