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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
10cc,
Liliput,
PIL,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.