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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.