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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Smog,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.