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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
UT,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.