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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.