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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Slits,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.