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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.