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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.