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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.