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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.