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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.