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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.