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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
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.