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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.