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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.