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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.