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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.