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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.