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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Technova,
Gong,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.