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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.