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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Chrome,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.