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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.