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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.