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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.