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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.