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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Lalann,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.