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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.