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 Chad 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.