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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.