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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
The Names,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.