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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.