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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.