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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.