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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.