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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.