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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.