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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Franke,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.