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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.