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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.