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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.