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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.