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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '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 Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.