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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.