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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.