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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.