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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.