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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.