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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Scion,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Swans,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.