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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.