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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.