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 Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.