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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Television,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.