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 Iran 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.