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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.