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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.