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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.