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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.