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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.