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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Wake,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.