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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.