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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Smog,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.