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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Gong,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.