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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Index,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.