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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.