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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Index,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.