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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.