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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Audionom,
Pole,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.