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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Faust,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.