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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.