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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.