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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.