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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Brick,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.