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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Wire,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.