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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad 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.