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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.