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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.