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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.