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 Chile 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.