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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.