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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 UT to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.