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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Can,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.