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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.