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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
June Days,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.