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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.