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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.