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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.