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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
The Names,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.