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 States and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
June Days,
Pole,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.