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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.