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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.