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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.