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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Television,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.