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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.