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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.