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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Index,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.