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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Gong,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Moebius,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.