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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.