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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.