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 Congo 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.