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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
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Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.