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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.