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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.