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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.