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 France and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
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.