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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.