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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.