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 South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Shoche,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.