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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.