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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.