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 San Marino 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.