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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Clear Light 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.