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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.