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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
MDC,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.