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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.