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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.