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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.