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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.