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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.