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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.