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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.