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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.