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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Victims,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.