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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.