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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.