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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.