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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.