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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.