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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.