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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.