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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.