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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.