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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.