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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.