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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.