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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.