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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.