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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.