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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.