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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.