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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.