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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Can,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.