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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.