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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.