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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.