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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Can,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.