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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.