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 France and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.