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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.