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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
the Association,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.