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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Human League 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.