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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.