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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
John Holt,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.