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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.