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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.