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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.