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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Evens,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.