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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.