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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.