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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.