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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.