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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.