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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Technova,
CMW,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.