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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.