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 New Zealand 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.