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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.