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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.