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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.