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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Selecter,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.