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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.