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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Offenders 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.