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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.