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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.