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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.