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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Can,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.