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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.