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 Israel and from Portland.
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 Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.