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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.