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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.