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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.