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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Magma,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.