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 Syria 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.