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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.