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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.