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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.