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 Saudi Arabia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.