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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.