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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.