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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Accadde A,
AZ,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Can,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.