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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
PIL,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.