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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.