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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.