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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.