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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
DNA,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.