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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.