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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.