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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Wire,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.