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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.