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 Austria 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.