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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.