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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.