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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.