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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.