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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Busters,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.