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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Q65,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.