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 China and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.