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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.