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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.