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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.