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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.