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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Deakin,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.