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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.