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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Television,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.