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 Uganda 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.