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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Slave,
Index,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Yazoo,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.