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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.