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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.