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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.