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 Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.