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 Cambodia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.