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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.