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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.