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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.