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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.