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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Monks,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.