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 Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.