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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Q65,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.