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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.