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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.