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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.