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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Names,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.