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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.