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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.