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 United States and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.