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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.