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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.