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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.