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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.