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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.