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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
ABBA,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.