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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Can,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.