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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.