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 Monaco and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.