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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.