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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.