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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.