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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.