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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.