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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Gong,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.