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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Rekid,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.