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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.