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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Television,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.