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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.