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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.