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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.