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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.