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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Brick,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.