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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
New Order,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.