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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.