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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.