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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
The Move,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.