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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.