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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.