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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Litter,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.