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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Audionom,
the Association,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.