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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.