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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
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The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.