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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.