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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 DNA 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.