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 India and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.