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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
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.