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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.