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 Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.