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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.