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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.