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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.