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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.