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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.