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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.