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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.