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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Scion,
Slave,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.