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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.