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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Can,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.