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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.