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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.