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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
June Days,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.