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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.