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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.