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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Wire,
X-101,
Zapp,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.