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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.