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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Crime,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.