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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.