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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.