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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.