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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Nas,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.