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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Wings,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.