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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.