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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
CMW,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.