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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.