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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.