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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.