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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.