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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.