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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.