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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.