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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Japan,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
World's Most,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.