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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.