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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.