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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.