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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.