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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.