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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.