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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.