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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Nas,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.