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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.