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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.