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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.