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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.