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 Togo and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.