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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.