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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.