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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.