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 Panama 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.