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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.