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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.