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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.