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 Venezuela 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Smog,
AZ,
X-101,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.