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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.