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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Technova,
Magma,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.