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 Syria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.