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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Index,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.