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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.