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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.