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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.