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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.