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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.