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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Cure,
Can,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.