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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.