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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
The Residents,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.