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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.