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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.