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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Television,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Organ,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.