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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Television,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Can,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.