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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.