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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.