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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.