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 Congo 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.