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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Mars,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.