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 France and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.