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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.