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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Technova,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.