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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.