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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.