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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.