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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.