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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.