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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.