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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.