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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.