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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.