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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.