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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.