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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.