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 Panama and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.