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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
the Association,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.