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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.