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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
UT,
Unwound,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.