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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Mars,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.