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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
AZ,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.