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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.