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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.