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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.