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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.