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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.