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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.