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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.