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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.