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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Excepter 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
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.