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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.