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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.