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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.