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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Can,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Television,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.