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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Aswad,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.