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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.