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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.