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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.