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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.