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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.