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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.