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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Can,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.