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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.