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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.