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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.