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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.