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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Aswad,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.