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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.