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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.