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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.