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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.