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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.