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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.