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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.