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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Main Source,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.