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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.