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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Index,
MC5,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.