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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Wings,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.