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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.