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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.